Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

"What, the Third Brigade wants reinforcements? Tell Marugu to hold their ground, even if it's down to the last man, they must hold. Reinforcements from the Beautiful Country will arrive soon. How soon? Tomorrow, tomorrow the Beautiful Country will send troops."

Wayan Man locked himself alone in the underground command room, taking call after call for aid, but his answer was always the same: to trust the Beautiful Country, for the Beautiful Country would deploy troops soon.

But in actuality, even the lowest-ranking cannon fodder infantry of Jawa Country no longer held any hope for the Beautiful Country.

Because Jieke Group had besieged Yagada City for over half a month, wantonly ravaging Southeast Asia's largest city.

If the Beautiful Country really intended to send reinforcements, their Heavenly Soldiers and Generals would have been here long ago, instead of still lingering in the Indian Ocean.

The reason Wayan Man kept insisting on this was because it was his only belief keeping him steadfast till now.

It was like a compulsive gambler, who had bet everything, believing that the Beautiful Country was his only chance to turn the tides, unwilling to leave the gambling table.

Bang!

The command room door was forcibly pushed open, and a large crowd rushed in, all high-ranking officials and political figures from within Jawa Country.

"Mr. President, let's surrender."

"Yes! We can't stop the Jieke Group, and if we don't surrender now, we won't have another chance."

"Those Genetic Warriors are too ruthless, our soldiers are no match for them."

The high-ranking officials surrounded Wayan Man, their tones urgent, faces filled with fear, chattering incessantly.

Listening to the chaotic arguing, Wayan Man glared at those around him, hysterically shouting, "You cowards! Think about what the Jieke Group did in Ceylon City. They clearly want to destroy us, and now we can only wait for the Beautiful Country's reinforcements. We haven't lost yet."

In fact, Wayan Man had also reached out to the Jieke Group for negotiations and a possible surrender, but the Jieke Group outright rejected him.

At the mention of those three words, Beautiful Country, the expressions of the high-ranking officials worsened.

"Beautiful Country, are you still dreaming? They've long abandoned us. We are mere pawns. Can't you see that?"

"I told you not to provoke the Chinese, not to anger the Jieke Group, but you just wouldn't listen. It's all your stubbornness that led to this situation. You are a traitor to our nation."

"Hand him over to the Jieke Group. His death will definitely appease the Jieke Group's wrath, and we can all survive."

The next moment, the tone of these officials completely changed, their eyes cold as they stared at Wayan Man.

"You... what do you intend to do."

Realizing the premeditated betrayal, Wayan Man's face changed drastically as he shouted, "Guards, where are the guards? There's a rebellion!"

However, the guards stationed at the door stood idly by, instead silently aligning themselves behind the high officials, clearly indicating that they, too, did not wish to continue waging a war doomed to fail.

"You dare make peace with the Jieke Group, you will regret this, you will definitely regret this."

Wayan Man watched as they closed in on him, retreating continuously until cornered with no way out.

"Leaving you alive is the most regretful decision. Rest in peace, your head will bring peace to Jawa, it's your greatest contribution to this country."

Amidst hateful glares, a handgun was pressed against Wayan Man's forehead.

The cold barrel made Wayan Man struggle frantically, but to no avail.

With a gunshot echoing, the underground command room fell silent once more.

Wayan Man, the iron-fisted president seeking to establish a Great Java Country and turn Jawa into a small overlord of Southeast Asia, met his end in the cold, damp basement, dying in a way he never envisioned, at the hands of his most trusted political allies.